¡£¡£¡£¡£¡£¡£¡£ . .
Ok buddy,you're all set. . .
Go and wait in the living room,all right? Okay. . .
- Hey,there. - Hey. . .
Hey,thanks for doing this. . .
No problem. . .
You know,Merman calls me in... work an hour early. . .
It happens. It's fine,babe. . .
I know you'd rather eat hot rocks than be alone with Tricia. . .
I'll make it up to you. . .
You better make it up to me. . .
Bye. Bye. . .
Hey,I'll see you Saturday,okay,pal? . .
- Okay,see you. - Think about what you want for your birthday. . .
- 'Kay. - Love you. . .
Bye. . .
It's just that this is his first big boy party... You know,friends from school, . .
parents,people that we've known forever, . .
and I-I was thinking,it... it just feels like . .
it's still so new with you and Matt that it might be uncomfortable... . .
For you. . .
So... so,if you agree,and... and didn't come, . .
I- I don't think that it would be,you know,the worst idea. . .
- Right. Okay. - Plus,you would be so bored. . .
You know,kids screaming,everybody talking to each other,you know? . .
Yeah,no. I-I get it. . .
Oh,so,you're really okay with it? . .
Yeah,fine. But late,so... . .
sorry,sorry. . .
Get going. . .
Deep breath,and just look at the pen. . .
And relax,let go. . .
- I am relaxed. - Close your eyes. . .
Deep breath. Mmm. . .
Very good. Now eyes open,and look at the pen. . .
- Hmm? - Breathe,the pen. . .
I am looking at the pen. . .
Okay,I'm going to start counting backwards from ten. . .
- Mm-hmm. - And when I reach one,you'll be in a deep,deep... . .
What? Please. . .
"If you didn't come I don't think it would be the worst idea." . .
- This is the ex-wife? - She... she talks like someone who's never been hit in the face before. . .
- Okay. You know what? - She's smiling at me as if she just scored a point off me or something. . .
I didn't even want to go to the damn party. . .
- Okay. - Mmm. . .
And also... She can't score if I'm not playing. . .
You don't seem to be in the right head space. . .
So,why don't we pick it up tomorrow? £¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
I don't just want to smoke right now. . .
I want to shove a pack of cigarettes in my mouth and light it with a blowtorch. . .
Sounds about right. . .
Come. . .
Hey,we got one. . .
Oh,well. . .
£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
Howdy. . .
Anthony Giordano,41. . .
Shot four times in the torso. . .
Good looking guy,huh? . .
Well,that's,uh,very helpful. . .
So the way it went down is, . .
see? Somebody knifes the tire,then they waited, . .
Vic and the wife... they show up,they see the tire,they're distracted, . .
they're calling AAA... "oh,my God!" Blah,blah,blah. . .
The perp comes up,there's a struggle... . .
Still has a watch? . .
Mugging gone wrong. . .
And...Wallet. . .
Hence the term "gone wrong." . .
Get anything from the wife? No,she's still in shock. . .
Think she blinked like once the whole time I was talking to her. . .
If the perp is on foot,the best bet is he took off across the highway over the bridge. . .
Yeah,and then back into the projects and into the tall grass. . .
So we got the uniforms all spread out looking for him. . .
You really think it's a mugging? . .
- You know Cheek Alvarez? - No. . .
No. It's his kind of job. . .
You pop a tire,you wait,grab and go. . .
So you already have the suspect. . .
I'm just saying,I wouldn't mind speaking to the lad. . .
I'll bet you a hundred bucks that it's not him. . .
Were you betting me $100 that it's not Cheek Alvarez,or that it's not a mugging? . .
BOTH . .
You're on. . .
- Wait,wait,wait. - Come on,come on. . .
Wait for it. Wait for... There it is. . .
Carlos Carmello "Cheek" Alvarez. . .
He's doing five years,armed robbery... . .
Sing-Sing. . .
Shut the... . .
THANK YOU . .
all right,what's your theory,Eliot Dress? . .
Serpi-ho? . .
Like that one? I waited for that one. Serpi-ho. . .
W- we were at a wedding, . .
the reception at the,uh,uh,Gramercy Park hotel. . .
Walking back to our car... Uh,the Gramercy,that's kind of a hike. . .
They have valet there,don't they? . .
Tony doesn't like valet. . .
Scratches and sticky fingers,you know? . .
- Do I. Yeah. - Anyway,Tony,he saw the flat,he... . .
Got on the phone with AAA,and... . .
And then,all of a sudden,he pushes me down hard. . .
Suddenly,I'm just facedown on the cement. . .
I scraped my hands,and,um,and I heard shots. . .
And then Tony,he... . .
Fell down on my legs. . .
So,what did he look like? The shooter. . .
I don't know. . .
Tall,or short,or white? Not white? . .
Big guy? Something? . .
- I didn't see him. - Not even an impression of him? . .
I'm sorry. . .
Okay. Did he say anything? . .
Did you hear anything? . .
W- when he ran away,was there a car,maybe? . .
Something? I'm sorry. . .
Any little bit can help us. . .
You're upset,so if you just think back... I mean,one man or two men? Man,woman? . .
Hat? Beard? Spaceship? . .
So I-I don't understand. There you are on the ground, . .
next to your husband,who's being killed, . .
and you're telling me That you don't manage . .
??????????? . .
I just want to be clear. . .
Is she allowed to be like this? . .
We'll come back to this later,Mrs. Giordano. . .
Thank you. . .
Very sorry for your loss. . .
That was great. Now,you know what our problem is? . .
She likes you too much. You want my theory? . .
- Yeah. - She's my theory. . .
well... . .
people say hypnosis works for them. Could be just the thing for you. . .
Not for me. Ah,what can it hurt? . .
Either she puts me under,and I come up a new man, . .
able to leap tall cigarettes in a single bound,or I don't. In which case,I'm no worse off. . .
- Right. - Or,every time I play solitaire,turn over the queen of diamonds, . .
I'll go try and kill the president. . .
I'll have one too,please. . .
Okay,let me ask you,all right? Now? . .
- You have a brand-new Mercedes... gorgeous. . .
And you can either give it to a valet at a five-star hotel . .
or street-park it near the FDR Drive. . .
What do you do? Am I a cheap bastard? . .
You're a rich bastard. . .
I didn't say poor. . .
I said cheap. . .
Yeah,maybe. . .
But a gold rolex and a custom-made suit? . .
This guy knows how to spend a buck. . .
Mmm,or knew. . .
Top that off for you? . .
Maybe your man likes wasting his life circling the block,looking for a space. . .
Maybe he's one of those eccentric rich types. . .
The Howard Hugheses,with the only eating chocolate bars, . .
and the finger nails... So weird. Stop it. . .
Maybe. And whatnot. . .
But the wife doesn't seem like the eccentric type. . .
Or the circle-around-the-block type. . .
- What type is she? - Mmm,the type who would hire-someone-to-kill-her-husband type. . .
Listen to me,I got to go,but I'm going to give you the hypnotist's number. . .
Her name's Becky. She's very cute. . .
See if she can,uh,hypnotize you into someone who doesn't think sausage is a vegetable, . .
while she's at it. . .
Tony... There was nobody like him. . .
He's the best. . .
The best what? Earner? . .
Earner? No. . .
He just loved life. . .
Made you love it more when he was around. . .
Sure spent money like a guy who loved life. . .
Look at this... $22,000,$26,000,£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
dinners,and the hottest clubs in town? . .
If I had this expense account I'd love life too. . .
Tony was about clients. . .
Bringing them in and keeping them happy. . .
He had skills very few people out there or anywhere have. . .
Uh,managing 2.4 billion in assets is as much an art as a business. . .
And with people looking to invest... Tony was an artist. . .
This you with the Giordanos? Vacation? . .
Yeah,that's,uh,Tony,Louise,Margaret and myself. . .
Huh. Nice. . .
Oh,excuse me! . .
I know you're a little distracted,but one more question. . .
Do you happen to know why Tony didn't valet his car that night? . .
- Where did he park? - Five or six blocks away. . .
Oh,so Louise had to walk in those shoes? . .
She couldn't have been too happy with him. . .
£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
He was good to me,I'll tell you that. . .
He spent big. So did all his buddies. . .
Also like,a lot of guys come in here,and it's like they gotta flex attitude,you know? . .
Finger snaps,barking orders,waving '50s. . .
Tips in 5ers. . .
Yeah,if you're lucky. . .
My dad's bar's the kind of place where the hounds tip you with a song... . .
actual songs. Not kidding. . .
Yeah,well,Tony would tip you and then sing to you. . .
Kind of guy it's always good to see. . .
Then he gets it like this. . .
We had a thing. . .
Not a big thing,to him or me. . .
Just... it happened,about a year ago. . .
And he was right up front. . .
About? . .
Leaving his wife. . .
It was never going to happen. . .
Hey,excuse me. What's that? . .
Uh,photo wall,from the booth. . .
What's t booth? . .
Right there... you take pictures,they stick them on the wall right there. . .
Kind of like at the arcade or whatever,but for free. . .
- Sir,did you say "free"? - Louise? . .
- Ah. - Guy worshipped her... Louise this,Louise that. . .
He had a thing with a couple of the waitresses,girl DJ,you know, . .
customers. Any of them married? . .
Jealous boyfriends? . .
No,it was all in good fun. . .
No harm,no foul. . .
Tony was all about Louise. He was all about her except the six out of seven nights he was here,eh? . .
It's not my job to tell people what's wrong with their marriages. . .
There he is. There. . .
- There. - There he is again. . .
'Cause apparently,he lived here. . .
So let's get all the names of the faces on the board,with Tony,'kay? . .
You got it. . .
Hello. . .
- It's free. - That's my new passport photo. . .
Hi there. I'm sorry it's early. . .
I just needed to ask you a couple of questions,please. . .
Come in. Thank you. . .
Wow. What a joint. . .
Richard stopped by on his way to work. . .
- Hello there. - Hi. . .
Wanted to see how she was doing. . .
Or,do you have more questions for me? . .
No. No,I'm good. Thanks,Richard. . .
You all right? Okay. . .
I'll call you tomorrow. Thank you. . .
Bye. . .
What a view! . .
Hey,look at that. . .
Same one as Richard's office. . .
You guys are close,huh? . .
- Mm-hmm. - Which is why he was here,8:00 in the morning? . .
Helping you to come to terms with your grief,I suppose. Why are you here,detective? . .
Your husband screwed around a lot,you know that? . .
- Yes. - You care about it? . .
I knew who Tony was when I married him. . .
I just said I never wanted to be embarrassed,and I never was. . .
Till now. . .
Something used to be here,huh? . .
Piano. We got rid of it. . .
Listen,Ms. Giordano, . .
I'm just trying to paint myself a picture of Tony...That's all. . .
To help me figure out who killed him. . .
A mugger killed him. . .
- How do you know that? - What do you mean? . .
- Y-y-you,uh,you didn't see anything,remember? . .
You don't know who it was. . .
Do you know who did it? Not yet. . .
But you would not believe how close I am. . .
Thank you for coming in,Mrs. Moore. . .
We could have done this on the phone. . .
He's my brother. . .
I didn't want to do this over the phone. . .
So we were looking at Tony's cell records, . .
£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
You guys close? You talk a lot? Or... . .
- every day. - Huh. . .
Good brother. Yeah. . .
Without Tony it was like... You know,"pass the potatoes." . .
He keeps us all laughing. . .
And... . .
Please. . .
Tony ever mention any problems he was having? . .
Work? Personal life? Nah. . .
Oh,I thought maybe there was some... . .
There was some money stuff,but um,it wasn't 'cause anything that he told me. . .
What kind of money stuff? . .
Uh,when our dad died... thank you... . .
um...Well,Tony stepped in. . .
He... he started taking care of us. . .
He started sending us money every month,just like it was nothing. . .
So had he stopped doing that? . .
No,no. He still was. . .
It was just one time,um,Louise... that's his wife. - Mm-hmm. . .
He thought he had hung up the cell but he didn't. That ever happen to you? . .
- Mmm. - Yeah. So anyway,I heard them fighting... . .
and Louise is saying that he's got to stop sending us money all the time. . .
And,uh,he's saying she's the one who's got to cut back. . .
What do you think of Louise? . .
She seemed great. . .
I mean... Anyone Tony loved so much, . .
£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
- Do you know this guy? - Looks familiar,yeah. . .
You're a member of an elite unit now,detective. . .
Got to do a little better than "looks familiar." . .
In fact,got a hundred bucks if you can say who it is. . .
Mmm. I wish I had a hundred bucks. . .
Oh,w-w-wait! . .
Oh,yeah,I do,as a matter of fact. Hmm. . .
Well,while you're thinking about it,just try to forget about how we all got it right away, . .
okay? Mmm. . .
Who's this Romeo? . .
Russian loan shark Spider Skolnick. . .
- Spider Skolnick. - Hey,come on! . .
Skip,skip. Thanks very much. . .
No,no,no. That doesn't count, . .
'cause he fed you the name. No. You said if I could "say" who it was,not if I could "guess" who it was. . .
All right,enough. So,we have an uptown banker,buddies with a fur-hat mobster from Brighton beach. . .
That says something,right? . .
Hmm? And you can keep your money. . .
Last night,a wall street analyst and trader was gunned down. . .
His killer is still at large. . .
Police have yet to name a suspect but say they have several promising leads. . .
Low rounds at the Volga Club,huh? . .
£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
You ever been in there? . .
The day me and,uh,Eddie Ross busted Stanny Ivankov out of Newark, . .
he took us in there. . .
You? Uh,once. . .
They've got some babushka in the kitchen making blinis from scratch. . .
Come on,I mean,kid's birthday,seriously. . .
What do I... no ideas? You don't know? . .
- How old,again? - Six. . .
Well,what's he into,Jane? . .
He in the dinosaur phase? Robot phase? . .
Monsters? Superheroes? . .
How about a nice clean,crisp 20? . .
How do you think that'd go over with Trish? . .
Good,if you want to show her you're clueless about her son and annoy the hell out of her. . .
Everybody wins. . .
So what you want to do here? . .
Where are you going? . .
- You know Russian? - Uh,yeah,well... . .
Hello,gentlemen. NYPD. . .
Hands,please. Hands. . .
Get up. Get up! . .
Everybody up,up,up! . .
Get up! . .
What's this? . .
This yours? . .
No. Is it yours? . .
No. . .
But I know how to use it. . .
Just can't believe it. . .
He was the last guy on earth you think'd get shot to death. . .
His heart exploding,in the sack,maybe. . .
I wouldn't think he was the type to hang out with a mobster either so, . .
Is that menthol? . .
- Yes. - Um,so how'd you meet Tony? . .
Ha. Strip club. . .
Crossroads of the world,right? . .
So what did a guy like you and a guy like Tony talk about? . .
I don't know. . .
Uh,that guy could talk to anybody about anything. And he listened. . .
Not just waiting to talk,like other people. . .
He'd like to hang around and listen to a lot of violent,crazy people? . .
Or just you? . .
You like to bust everybody's nuts? Or just mine? . .
Just yours. . .
Sensitive guy. Delicate flower. . .
Give me that... I hate menthol. . .
So,uh,did your friend borrow money from you? . .
- I gave him some,yeah. - How much? . .
30 grand... give or take... three separate times. . .
So wall-street big shot,and he's borrowing 90-ish grand,from you? . .
In this economy,you'd be surprised who comes to who for what. Wow. . .
Did he pay you back? . .
If I'd asked him to,he would have. . .
Let me ask you something,seriously. . .
Were you and he lovers? . .
- I told you,we're friends. - Mm-mm,mm-mm. . .
I would give away a lot more than 90 grand to find the guy who pulled that trigger! . .
Tony was... The best! . .
Yeah,we know. . .
I'm almost starting to believe. . .
We're getting his financials, . .
but everything points to Tony's being really deep in a hole. Hiding it well,but still... . .
what about the Russian? . .
Spider? Well,he owed him 90 grand,but he can't pay it back dead. . .
And I don't think spider would care one way or the other,because he thought Tony hung the moon,like everybody else. . .
Guy's spending like a sheik. . .
He's so horny he would go after a crack in the wall. . .
But nobody says a bad word about him. . .
Everybody loves him. . .
Well,somebody loves him... dead. . .
You like the wife? I love the wife. . .
But she already knew about the cheating,right? . .
So what does that do to your motive? . .
Well,it kind of dings it,I guess. . .
But I have another motive... life insurance... the only major asset they had left. . .
- Oh,yeah? - Mm-hmm. . .
- How much? - I don't know. . .
I subpoenaed it this morning. I should know in a day or two. . .
All right. I hope it turns out to be everything you want it to be. . .
What? Nothing. . .
Uh,I like your sweater. . .
What's your problem? . .
It's cold in here. . .
Six,five, . .
Four,three, . .
Two...One. . .
Seriously,do you need something? . .
Well,we just got a witness off the canvass. . .
Six blocks South of the scene. Maybe heard the shooting, . .
and maybe even saw the shooter. You're kidding. . .
Uh,Augie Blando,homicide. This is Becky Hubbard from anti-crime. Tell me more,please. . .
Well,here's where it starts to get flabby. . .
The guy's not very big on specifics. . .
He heard the shots,maybe saw somebody. . .
Not a lot of detail. . .
So what's his problem? . .
I think the main problem is the guy needs glasses. . .
- Mmm. - But the second problem... Is when he heard the shots,it scared him out of his mind. . .
Interesting. . .
Where you going? . .
Yeah,I figured we were done. . .
We are,you're not. . .
Have an idea,folks. . .
Five,four,three,two,one. . .
So if this doesn't work, . .
should I next get out my ouija board and try to talk to the Vic directly? . .
Quiet,quiet,you. . .
Dean,can you hear me? . .
Okay,I'm going to take you back to Monday night,early evening, . .
around 6:30. Sun's just gone down,you're in your apartment. . .
What are you doing? . .
"And the payoff pitch... . .
"Swung on! It's a high fly ball "into the gap in right center! . .
"But can't quite make it!£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿£¿ . .
Gordon erupts from second!" . .
- Holy crap! - Wait. What is that? . .
That's Monday's game... that's the seventh inning. . .
"Rounding third,headed for home,"here comes the throw! . .
"He...Slides under the tag! He's..." . .
Those were the gunshots? . .
- Yes. - How many? . .
- Four. - Yeah,what happened then? . .
I got up,I,uh,went to the window. . .
Looked out,this guy is... Is running down the block towards my building. . .
I was scared. I- I ducked down,thought maybe he was shooting at me. . .
- And then? - Peeked. . .
Saw him at the fence. . .
And what happened then? . .
He's on the near side. . .
He's in the grass. . .
He's on his knees. He's... he's feeling around. . .
He's skinny. . .
Small. . .
Got stuck on the fence,goes,"damn it!" . .
Had a hoodie on. . .
Couldn't see his face. . .
Until he got over. . .
Hood came off. . .
I got a good look at him. . .
That's it. . .
Gents. . .
We worked the wrong end of this. The shooter didn't go over the bridge. . .
He went in the opposite direction through the empty lot. Let's go. Where? . .
He's down there on his knees looking for something. . .
I bet that something's still there,and I bet that something's is a.38 caliber. . .
Thank you very much. . .
- Come on. - You got it. . .
Excuse me. . .
You ask him if that runner was safe? . .
The English guy asks for a new pint. . .
The Irish guy reaches into the glass, . .
grabs a hold of the fly,shakes it as hard as he can, . .
and shouts,"spit it out,you bastard!" . .
Oh,man! . .
There's rat scat everywhere! . .
- Hi,babe. - I can't believe her. . .
- Who? - Tricia. . .
Saying you shouldn't come to my son's birthday party. . .
Sorry,I-I forgot. . .
I- I don't think she's totally wrong,honestly. . .
No,sure. Except for how she's totally wrong. . .
You're as much a part of Owen's life now as that apple-bag husband of hers, . .
so she just better get used to it. . .
Hello. Jane you still there? . .
You're going to that party. . .
Ok. Crime tech says Tony was definitely shot with a.38. . .
And the orphaned.38 we found was recently fired five times. . .
It's a cold piece... serial number filed off,wiped clean. . .
Shooter must have worn gloves. . .
But,there is a partial... on the top and bottom of the cylinder. . .
And it'll take a while to get a- a match to a partial,but... if there's even a match to get. . .
So he... he didn't wear gloves when he loaded it. . .
No. He wiped it all down after. . .
Except for where the cylinder is covered by the backstrap. . .
You see,detective,when he pulled the trigger,right? . .
The cylinder rotates,and it then exposes the print that he forgot about. . .
Unbelievable. . .
We still have no suspects in the murder of Anthony Giordano. . .
Giordano was gunned down in cold blood . .
three nights ago on the FDR Drive in front of his wife Louise. . .
Cute! Thanks. . .
Hello,there. . .
How are you? . .
Your,uh,supervisor told me you've been working here for five months. . .
Explains a lot... how you keep up with your cute wardrobe. . .
Why Tony wouldn't valet. . .
I mean,here you are cutting coupons,and he's,what,borrowing money from the Russian mob? . .
Is that a question? I couldn't tell. . .
No. But I got a few. . .
I'm working. . .
Excuse me,ma'am. . .
Can you show me where the dressing room is,please? . .
- Of course. Follow me. - Thanks. . .
I know you worked really hard to make things look all nice and shiny,but they weren't,were they? . .
He's telling you,hitting the clubs every night is his job. . .
Dear God,I really need to start exercising. . .
And where does that leave you? . .
With a job in retail? . .
So what was up with this guy? . .
Drugs? Gambling? Was he supporting those girls? . .
Richard says I don't have to talk to you. . .
No. . .
But you go down that road,tells me an awful lot. . .
Why is it you think you get to talk to me like this? . .
Because why? Because... because I was scared and covering my head when Tony got shot? . .
And I didn't help him. . .
I have to live with that for the rest of my life! . .
Okay,all right,calm down,Louise. . .
No matter what,all this ends for you. . .
It's just your job. You get to go back to your home,to your life and your family,and I... . .
I lost everything. . .
So why don't you help me by telling me everything you know? . .
Because you're on my side,right? . .
That's why you subpoenaed the insurance policy? . .
Yeah,they called. I said,"fine,let her see it." . .
Tony cashed it all in,last month. . .
No life insurance! . .
Sorry if that puts a hole in your theory. . .
That looks fantastic! Totally suits you! . .
Tony lived like a player. . .
But really,in what he did... keeping the clients happy... . .
there's no bonuses in that. There's no back end. . .
He worked with guys out there who pulled in millions. . .
He pulled in less but lived like it was more. . .
Now we loved him. The clients loved him. . .
He borrowed from the firm to keep up appearances. . .
We looked the other way. . .
I was there the other morning,to tell Louise the firm was forgiving the debt. . .
- Mmm. - I hoped it would at least ease the strain. . .
That doesn't help me. . .
Hey,got a hit on that partial. . .
And,it's someone dead,in jail,an alien? What? . .
- Mikey Nelson. - The bartender. . .
Oh,it gets better. . .
What? Is he connected to the wife in some way? . .
Banging her? Stalking her? . .
Related to her? I said "better," not "heaven." Hmm. . .
Mikey...Has priors... juvie. . .
Assault and burglary. Interesting. . .
Hey there,Mikey. . .
How you doing? Detective. . .
Doing a little day drinking this time? . .
I wish. I need a favor. . .
- Yeah. - We have a witness from the night Tony was killed. . .
It's pretty sure he can I.D. The shooter. . .
Wow. That's great,right? . .
Yeah. No,no,it is. . .
The crazy thing is,the guy he described fits you. . .
- What? - I know,right? . .
So here's the favor I need. . .
Could you come down and be in a lineup,please? . .
Number two. . .
"Damn it!" . .
Number three. . .
"Damn it!" . .
Could he do it louder? . .
Louder,please. . .
"Damn it!" . .
Uh,it's not him. No,it's... . .
wrong hair,wrong voice. . .
Are you sure? . .
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Thank you. . .
We know it's him,so how come it's not him? . .
Thanks for waiting,shouldn't be that much longer. Yeah,sure. . .
What do you think? . .
Well,looks like a guy who beat a lineup and is about to sing zip-a-Dee-doo-dah. . .
You got it? Yeah,we got it. . .
But technically,we need a warrant. Technically,it doesn't matter either way. . .
- Why is that? - You think getting a trap on this guy's phone is some kind of checkmate? . .
He's not going to call anyone now... . .
Let alone his alleged accomplice. . .
He's going to turn his phone off. So let me rephrase that. . .
This is going to work perfectly,if the guy is a moron's moron. . .
Okay. . .
Okay,there,Mikey. You're free to go. Thanks a lot. . .
- Did he turn his phone off? - Yep. . .
Well,it's been a blast. . .
What did I tell you? I hate to be right,but... . .
good thing,even when you turn your phone off,your GPS stays on,huh? . .
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Yes. . .
Instant understandings like this make me happy to be alive. . .
Uh,still inside the apartment. . .
Apartment 3-b. This is terrifying. . .
This doesn't terrify you guys that we can do this? . .
Actually,it gives me wood. . .
- Apartment 3-b,leased to Mary Torres. . .
Torres. Uh,who's that? Uh... . .
Someone,a friend of Tony's? . .
Mikey? Someone from the club? . .
Uh,Torres. Nestor the dishwasher. . .
- Yes. - The photo booth guy. . .
Run him,please. . .
How long's Mikey been in there now? About five or ten minutes. . .
All right,here we go. . .
Torres,Nestor. Age 24,16 juvie arrests,burglary,assault, . .
two convictions,blah-blah-blah. . .
In the big boy world... four arrests,robbery. . .
Pleaded out on a package deal... he did nine months. Interesting. . .
hey,hey,hey. There he is. . .
You guys cover the back. Let's go. You got it. . .
- Hello... - Mrs. Torres? . .
- Uh-huh - I'm from auto crime. Um,does your son nestor Torres live here with you? . .
- You got him? - Yeah,yeah. . .
We got a hit that a car under his name was stolen. . .
No. I don't think so. . .
Well,that's fine,but we still need to see it to rule it out. . .
Do you know where he is right now? . .
No. . .
Third floor,right there. . .
- No. - What? . .
Let him jump. . .
- Hey,don't let him jump. - Let him jump. . .
Nestor,that leg's not looking so good. . .
Tell you what,ambulance is on the way. . .
Hang tight,buddy. . .
Reverse tuck with a twist,straight into a beam. . .
You even think about trying to stop him? . .
My leg! . .
And I'm bleeding. Nestor! Ay,dios mio! . .
I think I broke my knee. . .
Get her out of here! Okay. . .
So listen up. . .
Nestor,we know that Mikey was in here telling you to run. . .
And a gun with Mikey's prints killed Tony. . .
Now,nestor,tell me why you killed Tony Giordano. . .
Yeah,I mean,I'm just supposed to get the watch,you know,but this guy! . .
He throws the wife down,he... he's all over me. Right. You know what? . .
You do one thing right now,and it seals the deal. . .
And I tell the DA that you cooperated more than any guy since ever. . .
What do you want? What do you want? . .
Yeah,told you,don't call me. . .
No,I know. I'm just going to need money. Do you want me to go for a long time? . .
No,you listen to me,you little son of a bitch! . .
I didn't have to come tell you anything,all right? Is that your mom? Shh! Get her out of here! . .
I could've just let the cops come and grab you. . .
Hey! Callate! Listen,buddy, . .
I'm not the one who pulled the trigger. Don't just stand there! My boy is hurt! . .
Come here,come here,come here! . .
GPS his phone,cover all the subways near him,and get to his apartment. Now. . .
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- Are you looking? - I'm look... I'm looking at the GPS,okay? . .
And according to the GPS,he's around here somewhere. . .
Well,the guy could have ditched the phone. . .
The... the phone is not moving,okay? . .
So look,look in the street! Why... shh! All right,fine. . .
You don't have to shout,though. . .
Wait. What? . .
- Is that him right there? - Where? . .
- I don't see him. - Right there! Right there! . .
Right there! Behind the bag lady. . .
Pull over. Pull over. . .
Go! Go! . .
Move! Move! Move! . .
Move! Move! Move! Move! . .
Go,go,go. . .
He's coming. Move! Move! . .
You had him. You had him. That's great. . .
He was right in front of you. . .
Well,the guy's a freaking magician. What do you want me to do? . .
I'm going to check the back. . .
That what you gonna do? . .
I'm going to go that way,okay? . .
Let me see your hands! Hands! . .
Hands! Yes! . .
Let me see them! . .
- Get up! Get up! - No,no,no! . .
It's okay. We're detectives. . .
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My knee,man! . .
Make me run for two blocks! I twisted my ankle! . .
It's okay ma'am. It's okay,don't worry about it. . .
Go back to shopping. . .
No,you listen to me,you little son of a bitch! I could've just let the cops come and grab you. . .
Listen,buddy,I'm not the one who pulled the trigger. . .
Tony was just about done. You know that? . .
Borrowed money to stay above water. Desperate. . .
Whatever. He jammed me. . .
Well,you're even now,though. . .
Look,we were going to open a bar together. . .
Yeah,Tony and me. . .
I found a space... it was perfect. . .
Tony said he had his end,but,you know,did I have mine? . .
"No," I said,"I wear a fricking t-shirt to work." . .
So Tony takes me to this guy who loans me 10 grand,Just like that. . .
- Spider Skolnick. - Yeah. . .
And the vig's ten points,but,you know,what the hell? . .
I mean,you know,we'll be rolling,right? . .
Only,no,because Tony flakes. . .
Okay? He pulls out,and he acts like it's nothing. . .
He acts like I'm nothing. . .
But you know what's not nothing? Owing the Russian mob 10 grand. . .
Plus an extra thousand a week for infinity. . .
You see? It's too thin. . .
The glass is all milky and the second hand doesn't sweep. . .
Got a guy killed for a solid tin street-corner turd. . .
How's that sit? . .
Here you go. Thank you. . .
You moving? . .
Evicted. . .
- Where you going? - My parents. . .
Which is kind of perfect, . .
since they're the only people I know who never liked Tony. . .
Well,at least Milner and the firm wrote off what Tony owed. . .
Yeah,that was a nice offer. . .
Accompanied by a not so nice one. . .
Tony's dead three days. . .
His boss offers a condolence bang. . .
I'm sorry. . .
No,he did not. . .
- Mm-hmm. When you walked in, . .
I told him to get the hell out or I would,um, . .
Good move. . .
Anyway,you take care. . .
Are you happy,now? . .
That you,um,that you got him? . .
I know I'm supposed to be,but... . .
Tony wasn't perfect,God knows. . .
But he was the fun... The noise and the laughs... . .
In every room he was ever in. . .
Where is all that? . .
Everything Tony was... where is it? . .
It's so...Quiet. . .
Who did it,why... . .
it doesn't help. . .
I want to know where he is now. . .
You tell me that. . .
I wish I could...Louise. I do. . .
Gentlemen,Watch this. . .
Dude. . .
Uh,Jane,about our bet... - Yes? Uh-huh. . .
The other day,the Cheek Alvarez thing? . .
- Yeah,I remember. - Well, . .
you see,how you called it and how it turned out were,technically,two different things. . .
Because I said it was a mugging gone wrong,and you said it was a murder for hire. . .
Well,technically,it was a mugging for hire. . .
So,just clarifying my terms. . .
- He's got you there. - Okeydoke. . .
Guys,I'm late. Whoa,whoa. . .
No,no. This needs to be settled in the interest of morale and maintaining goodwill . .
on future bets... needs to be settled. . .
Thank you,skip. See,Jane, . .
what I'm proposing is that you were right,But I was also right. . .
So,I propose we call it even. . .
- Okay. - Only fair. . .
- Oh! - See you later. . .
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Oh,I want to box this one. . .
And then go to 3... . .
10... . .
23... . .
Excuse me. . .
I'm sorry,could you take a break for a minute,get me a pack of smokes? Um... . .
The next one is 14... . .
- For the love of God. - 23 again. . .
And,uh,22,41... . .
Uh,get open! . .
- Get it open. - All right,let's keep it going. This one is from Jane. . .
From Jane. Okay. . .
What do you think,bud? You like it Owen? . .
Cool! . .
- Awesome. - Cool! . .